Dead
By leahcullen
Dead You walk around, Your head held high. I don’t know why, I look to the ground. You go out at night, And do what you do. I don’t know why, I wish I was you. This life that I live, So sad to comprehend. This life that I live, I wish I was dead. 18-04-2002 Written April 19th, 2002 © on Apr 18 2002 07:30 PM PST 0 • 1
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